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HYMN    I. 

The  Song  of  the  Angels.     For  the  Nativity  of  qui 
7  fed  Lord  and  Saviour. 


Luke  ii.  ver.  8 — 15. 

"HILE  fhepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
All  feated  on  the  ground,  [night? 

The  Angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  fhone  around. 

-2  "  Fear  not,"  faid  he,  for  mighty  dread 
Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  ■"  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  mail  be  the  fign : 

4  "  The  Heav'nly  Babe  you  there  {hall  fintl5 

To, human  view  difplay'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  fwathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

£  Thus  fpake  the  Seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  mining  throng 
Of  Angels,  praifmg  God,  who  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  joyful  fong  : 


HYMN    II 


6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace, 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men, 
Begin,  and  never  ceafe.'^ 


HYMN    II. 

The  Song  of  Men  refponfive  to  the  Song  of  the 
Angels. 

1  TT^HILE  Angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice, 

V  V      Shall  men  no  Anthem  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  tongues, 
When  we  forget  to  praife  ! 

2  Then  let  us  fwell  refponfive  notes, 

And  join  the  heav'nly  throng  ; 
For  Angels  no  fuch  love  have  known 
As  we,  to  wake  their  fong. 

3  Good-will  to  finful  duft  is  fhown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  giv'n ; 
For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes, 
With  news  of  joy  from  heav'n  ! 

4  Mercy  and  truth,  with  fweet  accord, 

His  riling  beams  adorn  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  in  concert  fing, 
"  The  Promis'd  Child  is  born." 

5  Glory  to  God,  in  higheft.  (trains, 

By  higheft  worlds  is  paid  : 
Be  glory,  then,  by  us  proclaim'd, 
And  by  our  liver,  difplay'd  ; 


HYMN    III. 


Till  we  attain  thofe  blifsful  realms, 
Where  now  our  Saviour  reigns ; 

To  rival  thefe  celeftial  choirs 
In  their  immortal  (trains  ! 


HYMN     III. 

On  the  Sufferings  of  our  bkjfed  Lord  and  Saviour. 

1  T7*ROM  whence  thefe  direful  omens  round, 
JL    Which  heav'n  and  earth  amaze  : 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground? 
Why  hides  the  fun  his  rays  ? 

•2  Well  may  the  earth  ailoniih'd  make, 
And  nature  fympathize  ! 
The  fun  as  darkeft  night  be  black  ! 
Their  Maker,  Jefus,  dies  ! 

3  Behold  faft  ftreaming  from  the  tree 
His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  he, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 

4?  Foi  me  thefe  pangs  his  foul  alTail, 
For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  fins  gave  iharpnefs  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 

5  Let  fin  no  more  my  foul  enflave, 
Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 
-O  fave  me,  whom  thou  cam'ft  to  fare. 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain  ! 

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0  HYMM    IV,    v. 

HYMN  IV. 

On  the  RefurreBion. 

1  0 1NCE  Chrift  our  Paflbver  is  (lain, 
O  A  facrifice  for  all ; 

Let  all,  with  thankful  hearts,  agree 
To  keep  the  feflival : 

2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 

Of  fin  and  malice  fed  ; 
But  with  unfeign'd  fincerity, 
And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 

3  Chrift  being  rais'd  by  Pow'i  divine, 

And  refeu'd  from  the  grave, 
Shall  die  no  more  ;  Death  flia.ll  on  him 
No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  'twas  for  our  fins 

He  once  vouchfaf'd  to  die  : 
But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  fin, 

But  graciouily  reftord, 
And  made,  henceforth,  alive  to  God, 
Through  Jefus  Chrift  our  Lord. 


HYMN  V. 

For  the  fame. 

HRIST  from  the  dead  is  rais'd  and  made 
The  Firft  Fruits  of  the  tomb  ; 
For,  as  by  man  came  death,  by  man 
Did  refurreclion  come. 


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HYMN    VI. 

2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 

Did  guilt  and  death  derive  ; 
So  by  the  righteoufnefs  of  Chriit, 
Shall  all  bernade  alive. 

3  If  then  ye  rifen  are  with  Chriit, 

Seek  only  how  to  get 
The  things  which  are  above,  where  Chriftj 
At  God's  right  hand  is  fet. 


HYMN  VI, 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  /^OME,  Holy  Ghoft  !  Creator,  come, 
^^   Infpire  the  fouls  of  thine  ; 

Titf  ev'ry  heart  which  thou  hail:  made 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
The  everlafting  fpririg  of  joy, 
And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'il 

God's  law  in  each  true  heart ; 
The  promife  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dofl  heav'nly  fpeech  impart. 

4>  Enlighten  our  dark  fouls,  till  they 
Thy  facred  love  embrace  ; 
AffiPt  our  minds,  by  nature  fra:l? 
With  thy  celeftial  grace, 


8  HYMN     VII. 


5  Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 
And  give  us  peace  within, 
That,  by  thy  guidance  bleft,  we  may 
Efcape  the  mares  of  fin. 

<j  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confefs, 
And  Son,  from  death  reviv'd, 
And  thee  with  both,  O  Holy  Ghoft, 
Who  art  from  both  deriv'd. 


HYMN  VII. 

For  the  fame. 

1  r*\  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 
V-^  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond. of  thefe  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  fouls  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  lifelefs  fongs, 

In  vain  we  drive  to  rife  ! 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

%  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Come  (lied  abroad  a  Saviour's  lov 
And  that  fhall  1: indie  ours. 


HYMN   VIII,   IX. 

HYMN  VIII. 

For  the  fame. 

E's  ccme  !  let  ev'ry  knee  be  bent, 
All  hearts  new  joy  refume  5 
Sing,  ye  redeem'd,  with  one  confent, 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 


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2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 

Could  God  on  man  bellow  ? 
Angels  for  this  tejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below  ! 

3  Hail,  BleiTed  Spirit !  may  each  foul 

Thy  facred  influence  feel ; 
Do  thou  each  fmful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wav'ring  zeal  ! 

4  Thou  to  the  confcienee  doft  convey 

Thole  checks  which  we  mould  knQW ; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way  ; 
Thou  giv'ft  us  ilrength  to  go. 

HYMN  IX. 

For  the  Holy  Communion. 

From  the  Revelation  of  St.  John. 

I  *nPHOU,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  pow'r, 
JL     Art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Since  all  things  by  thy  pow'r  were  made, 
And  by  thy  bounty  live. 

*  Qhap.  iv. 


10  HYMN    X. 

2  f  And  worthy  is  the  Lamb  all  pow'r, 

Honour,  and  wealth  to  gain, 
Glory  and  flrength  ;  who  for  our  fins 
A  facrifice  was  flain  ! 

3  J  All  worthy  thou,  who  hail:  redeem'd, 

And  ranfom'd  us  to  God, 
From  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  coaft, 
By  thy  mod  precious  blood. 

4-  ||  Blefling  and  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n, 
To  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  giv'n. 


HYMN  X. 

For  the  fame. 

1  A  yTY  God,  and  is  thy  table  fpread  ? 
i-VJ.  And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow  ? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  thy  fweet  mercies  know  ! 

2  Hail  facred  Feaft,  which  Jefus  makes  ! 

Rich  banquet  of  his  flefh  and  blood  ! 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 

That  faci  ed  dream,  that  heav'nly  food  ! 

3  Why  are  its  dainties  all  in  vain 

Before  unwilling  hearts  difplay'd  ? 
Was  not  for  you  the  victim  flain  ? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

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H  Y  M  N    X  I.  11 

■it  O  let  thy  table  honour'd  be. 

And  furnim'd  well  with  joyful  gueft's  ! 
And  may  each  foul  falvation  fee, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  taftes  ! 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quick'ning  grace,  O  Loid, 

In  countlefs  numbers  let  them  come, 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board, 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb  ! 

6  Nor  let  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  bleft 
Who  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fim  ! 


HYMN  XL 

For  the  fame. 

I"     A   ND  are  we  now  brought  near  to  Goc?, 
A  A   Who  once  at  diftance  ftood  ? 
And,  to  eiFect  this  glorious  change, 
Did  Jelus  fhed  his  blood  ? 

2  O  for  a  fong  of  ardent  praife, 

To  bear  our  fouls  above  ! 
What  mould  allay  our  lively  hope, 
Or  damp  our  flaming  love  ! 

3  Then  let  us  join  the  heav'nly  Choirs, 

To  praife  our  Heav'nly  King  ! 
O  may  that  love  which  fpread  this  board 
Infpire  us  while  we  fine?; — 


12  nv;i:i    xil. 

4  "  Glory  to  God  in  higheft  drains, 
"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
"  Good-will  from  heav'n  to  men  is  come  ; 
"  And  let  it  never  ceafe  !" 


HYMN  XII. 

On  the  Ne*v  Tear. 

I   r  I  "*HE  God  of  life,  whofe  conftant  care 
-*-    With  bleilings  crowns  each  op'ning  year, 
My  fcanty  fpan  doth  ftill  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  fong. 

'1  How  many  precious  fouls  are  fled 
To  the  vaft  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  fun 
Through  his  laft  yearly  period  run  ! 

)  We  yet  furvive  ;  but  who  can  fay, 
"  Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or  day, 
"  I  {hall  retain  this  vital  breath, 
"  Thus  far,  at  leaft,  in  league  with  death  ?" 

1-  That  bre  ith  is  thine,  Eternal  God  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  my  foul's  abode  ; 
It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 
On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

~>  To  thee  our  fpirits  we  refign, 
Ma!:e  them  and  own  them  {till  as  thine  ; 
So  (hall  they  live  fecure  from  fear, 
Though  .:ea:h  Ihould  blaft  the  rifing  year. 


H  Y  3S  M     X  I  il .  I  3 

-i  Thy  children,  panting  to  be  gone, 
May  bid  the  tide  of  time  roll  on, 
To  land  them  on  that  happy  ihore, 
Where  years  and  death  are  known  no  more  i 

7  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  diilrefs, 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell  lhull  reach  that  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  fongs, 
Refounding  from  immortal  tongues  : 

8  No  more  alarms  from  ghoflly  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repofe  ; 
No  midnight  ihade,  no  clouded  fun, 
But  facred,  high,  eternal  neon. 

9  O,  long  expected  year  !  begin  ; 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  fin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  deep  in  death,  and  reft  with  God. 


HYMN  XIII. 
The  Chrijliarfs  Hope. 

I  T^THEN,  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
W     O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  fee  my  Maker,  face  to  face  ; 
O  how  (hall  I  appear  ! 

'2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  fought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  fnrinke, 
And  trembles  at  the  though!;  ; 

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14  HYMN    XIII. 

t  When  thou,  0  Lord,  fhalt  (land  difclos'ii 
In  Majefty  fevere, 
And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul  ; 
O  how  Ihall  I  appear  ! 

4  But  thou  haft  told  the  troubled  mind, 

Who  does  her  iins  lament, 

The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endlefs  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  fee  the  forrow  of  my  heart, 

E'er  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 
To  give  thefe  forrows  weight. 

6  For  never  fhall  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  died, 
To  make  her  pardon  fure. 

7  Great  God  !  with  wonder  and  with  praifr 

On  all  thy  works  I  look  1 
But  (till  thy  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  grace, 
Shine  brighter  in  thy  Book. 

S  The  ftars,  that  in  their  courfes  roll, 
Have  much  inftruciion  oiv'n  ; 
But  thy  good  Word  informs  my  foul 
How  I  may  foar  to  heav'n. 

9  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  flio^ 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  mod  holy  Word. 


HYALN  XIV 

10  Here  are  my  choiceft  treafures  hid, 

Here  my  belt  comfort  lies  ; 
Here  my  deiires  are  fatisfyM, 
And  here  my  hopes  arife. 

11  Lord,  make  me  underftand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been  ; 
And  from  thy  gofpel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  fin. 

12  Here  would  I  learn  how  Chrifl  has  die4 

To  fave  my  foul  from  hell ; 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  befide 

Such  heav'nly  wonders  tell. 

23  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more> 
And  take  a  frefh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  thefe  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 


HYMN  XIV. 
On  Gratitude  to  God. 
1  TT7HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  mj  God^ 
V  V      My  riling  foul  furveys, 
Tranfported  with  the  view,  Fm  loft 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ! 

5?  O  how  {hall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravifli'd  heart  1 
But  thou  can' ft  read  it  there. 


10  hi  y.  y   si 

3  Thy  Providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redrcft, 
When  in  the  filcnt  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  bread. 

£<  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  criet. 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
E'er  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themfeiyes  in  pray'r. 

.8  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  foul 
Thy  tender  care  .beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

6  When  in  the  flipp'r.y  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  uae  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths* 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleafmg  inares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

S   When  worn  with  ficknefs,  oft  had  thou 
With  health  renew'd  my  face  ; 
And  when  in  fins  and  forrows  funk, 
Reviv'd  my  foul  with  grace. 

9  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  1 
Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er  ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  ftore. 


HYMN     XV. 

10  Ten  thoufand  thoufand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  leaft  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  taftes  thofe  gifts  with  joy. 

1 1  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  diftant  worlds. 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  fhall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 

For  oh  !  eternity's  too  fhort 

To  utter  all  thy  praife. 


HYMN  XV. 

;&n  the  Glory  of  God  in  the  Starry  Heavens  :  beings, 
Translation  of  Part  of  the  1 9th  Pfalm  of  David* 

i   nr^HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
JL     With  all  the  blue  ethereal  fky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns,  a  mining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

it  Th'  unwearied  fun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  difplay, 
And  publim^s  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 
B2 


18  HYMN    XVI. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale  ; 
And  nightly  to  the  lifVning  earth, 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth  : 

I  Whilft  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole, 

5  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftrial  ball  ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amidft  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 

6  In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice. 
For  ever  iinging  as  they  fliine, 

"  The  Hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


HYMN  XVI. 

On  the  Providence  of  God.       Taken   chiejly  ft  or: 
the  2'3d  Pfalm  of  David. 

1  ^pHE  Lord  my  pafture  (hall  prepare, 

A    And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care  : 
His  prefence  fhall  my  wants  i'upply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 

2  My  noonday  walks  he  fhall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend  \ 
When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 

Or  on  the  thirlty  mountain  pant. 


kym:~   xvfi.  10 

6  To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wand'ring  iteps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  loft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landikip  flow. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread  ; 
My  fteadfafl  heart  ihall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  ft  ill  j 

5  Thy  friendly  crook  fhail  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  (hade  : 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  (tray, 

£  Thy  bounty  mall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wildernefs  fhall  fmile, 
.  With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd 
And  dreams  ihall  murmur  all  around. 


HYMN  XVII. 

For  the  Mercies  of  Redemption. 

1      A   LX-Ciorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praif< 
-t\    Shall  our  tranfported  voices  raife  ! 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  (lands  open  to  our  view  ! 

'2  Once  we  were  fall'n,  and  O  how  low  I 
Juft  on  the  brink  of  endlefs  woe  ; 
When  Jertis  from  the  realms  above, 
Eprne  on  the  winq-s  of  boundlefs  love. 


20  HYMN    XV  in 

%  Scattei  'd  the  fhades  of  death  and  night, 
And  fpread  around  his  hcav'nly  light  ! 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  fhown 
To  fouls  impoverifh'cr  and  undone  ! 

4  He  (hows  beyond  thefe  mortal  fhores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours ; 
Where  Saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  ill  are  their  holy,  happy  ftate  ! 


HYMN  XVIII. 

For  Public  Mercies  and  Deliverances. 

I    O  ALVATION  doth  to  God  belong  ; 
O  His  pow'r  and  grace  fhall  be  our  fong; 
From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow  ; 
His  arm  alone  fubdues  the  foe  ! 

+2  Then  praife  this  God  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer  ; 
And  though  deliv'rance  he  may  flay, 
Yet  anfwers  {till  in  his  own  day. 

3  O  may  this  goodnefs  lead  our  land. 
Still  fav'd  by  thine  Almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King  ,* 

4  Till  ev'ry  public  temple  raife 

A  fong  of  triumph  to  thy  praife  ; 
And  ev'ry  peaceful  private  home 
Yo  thee  a  temple  fhall  become. 


HYMN 


Still  be  it  our  fupreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  fight  ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  lad  hour,  to  nerfevere. 


HYMN    XJX 

On  God's  Dominion  over  the  Sea. 

1   f~^  OD  of  the  feas  !   thine  awful  voice- 
vJT    Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice  ^ 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  fink  them  filent  in  the  fand. 

■2  The  fmalieft  fifh  that  fwims  the  feas., 
Sportful  to  thee  a  trihute  pays  ; 
And  larger!  monfters  of  the  deep, 
At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  fleep. 

S  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd 
Among  the  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  men  who  trace  the  dang'rous  waves,, 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  faves  ! 


HYMN  XX. 

Which  may  be  ufed  at  Sea  or  on  Land. 

I   T    ORD  !  for  the  jud  thou  doft  provide  $ 
JL^   Thou  art  their  fiiie  defence  ! 
Eternal  wifdorn  is  their  guide,     , 
Their  help  Omnipotence, 


22  HYMN 

2  Though  they   through  foreign  lands  fhould 

And  breathe  the  tainted  air  [roam, 

In  burning  climates,  far  from  home  ; 
Yet  thou,  their  God,  art  there. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  fweetens  ev'ry  foil, 

Makes  ev'iy  country  pleafe  ; 
Thou  on  the  fnowy  hills  doft  fmile, 
And  fmooth'ft  the  rugged  feas  ! 

4-  When  waves  on  waves,  to  heav'n  upiear'd, 
Defy'd  the  pilot's  art  ; 
When  terror  in  each  face  appear'd, 
And  forrow  in  each  heart  ; 

5  To  thee  I  rais'd  my  humble  pray'r, 
To  fp.atch  me  from  the  grave  ! 
I  found  thine  ear  not  flow  to  hear, 
Nor  friort  thine  arm  to  fave  ! 

§  Thou  gav'ft  the  word — the  winds  did  ceafe7 
The  ftorms  obey'd  thy  will, 
The  raging  fea  was  hulh'd  in  peace, 
And  every  wave  was  ftill  ! 

7  For  this,  my  life,  in  every  ftate, 
A  life  of  praife  mail  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  mail  ,be  my  fate, 
Shall  join  my  foul  to  thee. 


xxy 


KVM'X  XXI,  XXII.  23 

HYMN  XXI. 

Prayer  and  hope  of  Viclory. 

1  \T  OW  may  the  God  of  grace  and  pow'r 
JL^I    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ; 
Defend  them  in  the  needful  hour, 

And  fen<T  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God 
Our  troops  mall  lift  their  banners  up  ; 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

3  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  % 
Our  furefl  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts  ! 

4  Then  favc  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 

And  let  our  truft  be  firm  and  ftrong* 
Tiii  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  hymns  of  peace  conclude  our  fong. 

HYMN  XXII. 

For  the  life  of  the  SkL 

1  T XT  HEN  dangers,  woes, or  death  are  nigh, 
VV     Paft  mercies  teach  me  where  to  fly  ; 
Thine  arm,  Almighty  God,  can  aid, 
When  ficknefs  grieves,  and  pains  invade. 

£  To  all  the  various  helps  of  art 
Kindly  the  healing  pow'r  impart ; 
Bethefda's*  bath  refus'd  to  fave, 
XJnlefs  an  Angel  blefs*d  the  wave. 

*  John  v.  4. 


24  hYMN   xxit. 

3  All  med'cines  aj$  by  thy  decree, 
Receive  commiffion  all  from  thee' ; 

And  not  a  plant  which  fpreads  the  plains, 
But  teems  with  health,  when  heav'n  ordains. 

4  Clay  and  Siloam'sf  pool,  we  find, 

At  heav'n's  command  reftor'd  the  blind  ; 
And  Jordan's:};  waters  hence  were  feen 
To  wafh  a  Syrian  leper  clean. 

5  But  grant  me  nobler  favours  ftilly- 
Grant  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will  ; 
Purge  my  foul  foul  from  ev'ry  ftain, 
And  fave  me  from  eternal  pain. 

(i)  Can  fuch  a  wretch  for  pardon  fue  ! 
My  crimes,  my  crimes  arlfe  in  view, 
Arreit  my  trembling  tongue  in  pray'r, 
And  pour  the  horrors  of  defpair. 

7  But  thou,  regard  my  contrite  fighs, 
My  tortur'd  brealt,  my  ftreaming  eyes  ; 
To  me  thy  boundlefs  love  extend, 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 

§  Thefe  lovely  names  I  ne'er  could  plead, 
Had  not  thy  Son  vouchfaPd  to  bleed  ; 
His  blood  procures  for  human  race 
Admittance  to  die  Throne  of  Grace. 

9  When  fin  has  fhot  its  poifon'd  dart, 
And  confcious  guilt  coirodes  the  heart, 
His  blood  is  all-fufiicient  found 
To  draw  the  (haft  and  heal  the  wound. 

'   Jshn   ix.  7.  %  2  Kings  v.  10. 


i:0  What  arrows  pierce  lb  deep  as  fin  ? 
What  venom  gives  inch  pain  within  ? 
Thou  great  Phyfician  of  ihe  foul, 
Rebuke  my  pangs  and  make  me  whole. 

11   O  !   if  I  trull  thy  fov'reign  fkill, 
And  bow  fubmiffive  to  thy  will, 
Sicknefs  and  death  (hall  both  agree 
To  bring  me,  Lord,  at  laft  to  thee. 

HYMN  XXIII., 
On  Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 

1  TIT  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  dhlrefs, 

VV     Our  God  defer  ves  our  fong  '--;• 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's-*  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  k^eys  of  death 
Command  them  fail  again. 

3  When  he  but  fpeaks  the  healing  word,. 

Then  no  difeafe  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly,  as  he  commands. 

4?  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhould  break. 
He  can  our  frame  reftore, 
And  cad  our  fins  behind  his  back,. 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

*  Jfaiah  xxxix.  9,  £sfe 


26  HYMN    XXIV. 


5  To  him  I  cry'd,  "  Thy  fervant  fave, 
*  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  \ 

11  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  truft  !" 

6  He  heard,  and  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
Through  my  remaining  years. 


HYMN  XXIV. 
On  the  fame. 

1  |k  /T  Y  God,  flnce  thou  haft  rais'd  me  up, 
iA  A  Thee  I'll  extol  with  thankful  voice  ; 
Reftoi'd  by  thine  Almighty  pow'r, 

With  fear  before  thee  I'll  rejoice. 

2  With  troubles  worn,  with  pain  opprefs'd, 

To  thee  I  cry'd,  and  thou  didft  fave  ; 
Thou  didft  fupport  my  finking  hopes, 
My  life  didft  refcue  from  the  grave. 

3  Wherefore,  ye  Saints  !  rejoice  with  me. 

With  me  fmg  praiies  to  the  Lord  ; 
Call  all  his  goodnefs  to  your  mind, 
And  all  his  faithfulnefs  record. 

4  His  anger  is  but  fhort  ;  his  love, 

Which  is  our  life,  hath  certain  (lay  ; 
Grief  may  continue  for  a  night, 
But  joy  returns  with  rifing  day  ! 


HYMN   XS'V 

5  Then  what  I  vow'd  in  my  diilrefs, 

In  happier  hours  I  now  will  give, 
And  ftrive  that  in  my  grateful  verfe 
His  praifes  may  for  ever  live. 

6  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

The  bleft  and  undivided  Three, 
The  one  fole  Giver  of  all  life, 
Glory  and  praife  for  ever  be. 


H 


HYMN  XXV. 

Funeral  Confolations. 
EAR  what  the  voice  from lieav'n declare- 


To  thofe  in  Chrift  who  die  ! 
"  Released  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
"  They  reign  with  him  on  high." 

2  Then,  why  lament  departed  friendsj 

Or  (hake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Death's  but  the  fervant  Jefus  fends 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd  we're  fecure, 

Death  hath  no  fting  befide  ; 
The  law  gave  Cm  its  ftrength  and  pow^r  .; 
But  Chrift,  our  ranfom,  died  ! 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd, 

When  in  the  grave  he  lay  ; 
And  rifing  thence,  their  hopes  he  rais'd 
To  eyerlafting  day  i 


■8 


Then  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
To  Chrift,  our  life,  we'll  fmg  ; 

(;  Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 
"  And  where,  O  dealh,  thy  fling 


HYMN  XXVI. 
ChryTs   Commlfion  to  preach  the  Go/pel. 
St.  Matth.  chap.  x. 
O  forth,  ye 'heralds,  in  my  name, 


G 


Sweetly  the  Gofpel  trumpet  found  ; 
The  glorious  Jubilee  proclaim, 

Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  falvation  Ties  ; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
Ancl  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eye:. 

3  Be  wife  as  ferpents  where  you  go, 

But  harmlefs  as  the  peaceful  dove. 
And  let  your  heav'n-taught  conducl  fhow 
That  ye're  commiffion'd  from  above. 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  receiv'd, 

Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give  ; 
Thus  fhall  your  doctrines  be  believ'd, 
Ajid,  by  your  labours,  finners  livee 

/■/"  r 


HYMN     XXVII. 


HYMN  XXVII, 

1  he  fame  Commtjjion,  from  St.  Mark  xvi,  15.  £sV. 
and  from  St.  Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 

1  »  y^i  O  preach  my  Gofpel,  faith  die  Lord, 

V_T"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
"  Explain  to  them  my  facred  Word, 
"  Bid  them  believe,  obey,  and  live. 

2  "  I'll  make  my  great  commuTion  known, 

"  And  ye  fhall  prove  my  Gofpel  true, 
"  Jjy  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"  And  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 

<{  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name ; 
"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
"  Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blafpheme. 

4?  "  While  thus  ye  follow  my  commands, 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  5 
"  Ail  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands  ; 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  head  j 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  ! 
They  to  the  fartheft  nation  fpread 
The  giace  of  their  afcended  God. 


HYMN  XXVIII. 

J'he  Coming  and  OJJice  of  CbrijL  Luke  iv.  18,  19. 

1  IT  ARK  the  glad  found,  the  Saviour  comes, 
-*-  X  The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  long. 

2  On  him  the  fpirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  iacred  lire  ; 
Wifdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  holy  breait  infpire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prifoners  to  releafe, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  sratjes  of  brafs  before  him  burft, 
The  iron  letters  yield. 

4?  He  comes,  from  thicked  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppiefs'd  with  night, 
To  pour  ceiellial  day. 

'">  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleed  in  ?  loul  to  cuie, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

G  Our  glad  No/annas,  Piince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  ihall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


H'TI-.IN     XXIX. 

HYMN  XXIX. 

The  Bleffednefs  of  G  of  pel  Times  ;  or,  the.  Revelation 
o/'Chrift  to  Jenvs  and  Gentiles,  lfa.  v.  2,  7—10. 
Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

.1    T  T  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
JLJl  Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill  ; 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  fweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.'; 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  ibund, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

i  How  blefied  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heavenly  light  .! 
Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ, 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  deferts  learn  the  joy, 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thr  ough  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
,Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


32  HYMN    XXX. 


HYMN  XXX. 

Chrift  dying,  rifing,  and  reigning. 

1  TT E  dies  !  the  Friend  of  finners  dies  ! 
JLJL  Lo  !   Salem's  daughters  weep  around  f 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  ikies  ! 

A  iiidden  trembling  (hakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Come  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groan' d  beneath  your  load  j 
He  (lied  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 

And  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  j 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee  ! 
Jefus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rifing  God  forfakes  the  tomb  ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flics  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  ihout  him  welcome  to  the  fkies  ! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  j 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains  ! 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

"  Born  to  redeem,  inftrucl,  and  fave  !" 
Then  afk — «*0  death,  where  is  thy  (ling  ? 
f*  And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  :'' 


IIYMX    XXXI. 


HYMN  XXXI. 


Chrift's  Afcenfimt.     Pfalm  rsir.  7. 

1  /AUR  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead. 
VJ'   Our  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  fky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  folemn  lay  ; 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 
"  Ye  everlafting  doors,  give  way  !" 

3  Loofe  all  your  bars  of  maffy  light. 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene  ; 
He  claims  thole  mauflons  as  his  right. 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
The  Loid  that  all  his  foes  overcame. 
The  world,  fin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrev;-, 
And  Jefus  is  the  conquerors  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  folemn  lay, 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  I 
."  Ye  everlafting  doors  give  way  !" 

6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  of  boundlefs  power  pofieft^ 
The  King  of  faints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  bleft  ! 


34  HYMN    XXXII. 


HYMN  XXXII. 

The  Penitent's  Supplication. 

1  /~\  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry, 
v-/  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight  c 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  dill  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
.And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 


f     HYMN  XXXIII.  35 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs. 


HYMN  XXXIII. 

Jer.  iii.  22.  Hof.  xiv.  4. 

1  T"T  OW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
JLJl  Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 

Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  fov'reign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  ;" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ! 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

3  And  can  ft  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  fhall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  fpeak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  i\lmighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  blifs  reft  ore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 


UQ  1IV-.UN    XXXIV, 

S  Thy  pard'ning  love,  fo  free,  fo  fweov, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  facred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  moie. 


HYMN  XXXIV. 

The  Pool  of  BethefJa.     John  v.  2 — k 

1  TTOW  long,  thou  faithful  God  fhall  I 
JL  X  Here  in  thy  ways  forgotten  lie  ? 
When  mail  the  means  of  healing  be 
The  channels  of  thy  grace  to  me  ? 

2  Sinners  on  ev'ry  fide  ftep  in, 

And  warn,  away  their  pain  and  fin  ; 
But  I,  an  helplefs  ftn-uck  foul, 
Still  lie  expiring  at  the  pool. 

3  Thou  cov'nant-angcl,  fwift  come  down, 
To-day,  thine  own  appointments  crown  ; 
Thy  pow'r  into  the  means  infufe, 

And  give  them  now  their  facred  life. 

4  Thou  feed:  me  lying  at  the  pool, 

I  would,  thou  know' it  I  would  be  whole 
O  let  the  troubled  waters  move* 
And  miniftcr  thy  healinc  love. 


HYMN    XXXV.  37 


HYMN  XXXV. 

The  True  Penitent, 


1  f~\  THAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  ! 
K-S  0  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 

At  Jems'  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefus'  feet ! 

2  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  ail,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thy  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  fin, 

And  fully  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  reft,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  loft  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  prove* 
The  crofs,  all  ftain'd  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  lotfe. 

5  I  would ;  but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r  ; 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  iin  releafe  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfecT:  peace. 

^  Come,  Lqrd,  the  drooping  fmner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear ; 
My  G<fd,  my  Saviour,  come  away  ! 

D 


HYMN    XXXV  T. 


HYMN  XXXVI. 

The  necejftly  of  renewing  Grace. 

1  TT O W  helplefs  guilty  nature  lies, 
XX   Unconfcious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rife 

To  happinefs  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverfe,  the  pafllons  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  ftray  : 
Reafon  debas'd  can  never  find 
The  fafe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  ought  beneath  a  pow'r  divine 

The  ftubborn  will  fubdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  'Tis  thine  the  paflions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rife  ; . 
And  make  the  fcales  of  error  fall 
From  reafon's  darken'd  eyes. 

.>  To  chafe  the  fhadcs  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  fim.er  live  ! 
A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  O  change  thefe  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  fhall  our  paflions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


HYMN   XXXV  II.  39 

HYMN  XXXVII. 
Watchfulnefs  and  Prayer,      Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

1  A   LAS,  what  hourly  clangers  rife  ! 
x\  What  fnares  befet  my  way  ! 
To  heav'n,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  refiftance,  ah,  how  vain  ! 
How  ftrong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  ftrive, 
1  hough  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increafe  my  faith,  increafe  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  fpirit  up, 

Or  foon  my  ftrength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  afide, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  ftray  * 

From  happinefs  and  thee, 


40  HYMN     XaXVIII. 

HYMN  XXXVIII. 

The  Joys  of  Heaven. 

1/^1  OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
V^/   Infpire  each  lifelefs  tongue ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  fong. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  ev'ry  care, 

And  difcord  there  iTiall  ceafe  ; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  fmcere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  The  foul  from  fin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more  ; 
But,  cloth' d  in  fpotlefs  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on  a  throne  (how  dazzling  bright !) 

Th'  exalted  Saviour  mines  ; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heav'nly  minds. 

5  There  mail  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  fongs  ; 
And  endlefs  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praife  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  infpire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blifsful  courts  above, 
We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 


^r^r^r 


HYMN    XXXIX.  41 


HYMN  XXXIX. 


Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

1  /^lOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
V^  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

'2  The  forrcws  of  the  mind 

Be  banifh'd  from  this  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs. 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King- 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky, 
And  manages  the  feas  : 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  fhall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  fball  we  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 
JD2 


42  H  V  M  \    XL. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife, 

To  that  immortal  Rate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

9  The  hill  of  Sion  y  ields 

A  thoufand  iacred  fweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  liicrh. 


HYMN  XL. 

Time  and  Eternity.     2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

1    TJ  OW  long  ihall  earth's  alluring  toys 
XTx   Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardlefs  of  immortal  joys, 
And  ftrangers  to  the  fkies  ? 

%  Thefe  tranfient  fcenes  will  foon  decay, 
They  fade  upon  the  light  ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightefl  day 
Be  loft  in  endlefs  night. 


HYMN    XLX.  43 

3  Their  brighteft  day,  alas,  how  vain ! 

With  confcious  fighs  we  own  ; 
While  clouds  of  forrow,  care,  and  pain, 
O'erfhade  the  ftniling  noon. 

4  O  could  our  thoughts  and  wifhes  fly- 

Above  thefe  gloomy  fhades, 
To  thofe  bright  worlds  beyond  the  fky, 
Which  forrow  ne'ei  invades! 

5  There  joys  unfeen  by  mortal  eyes. 

Or  reafon's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  profpects  rife, 
Unconfcious  of  decay.  - 

6  Lord,  fend  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 

Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  mall,  on  faith's  fublimeft  wing, 

Our  ardent  wifhes  rife 
To  thofe  bright  fcenes,  where  pleafur es  fpringj. 
Immortal  in  the  fkies. 


HYMN  XLI. 
The  Ghriftiaifs  Corjldencc. 
I   TT7HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 


To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


44  HYMN    XLII. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  fmile  at  fatan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  Itorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

1-  There  I  (hall  bathe  my  weary  foul 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 


HYMN  XLII. 

Life  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope. 

Eccl.  ix.  4—6,  10. 

1    T    IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
JL_j  The  time  t'  enfure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vi]ell  finner  may  return. 

l2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  cf  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blefllngs  of  the  day. 

:i  The  living  know  that  they  mull  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 


HYMN   XI.1II.  45 

4?  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  ; 
They  have  no  lnare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun. 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue  ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

d  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  paft 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 


HYMN  XLIII. 

The  Goodnefs  of  God.     Nahum  i.  7. 

i   '\7'E  humble  fouls,  approach  your  God 
X     With  fongs  of  facred  praife, 
For  he  is  good,  fupremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ranfom  rebel  worms  ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodnefs  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 


46  HYMtf    XLIV. 


4-  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  fafe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  ftorms  of  trouble  rife. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  fouls  who  truit  in  thee ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  blifs  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love, 

What  honours  mall  we  raife  ? 
Not  all  th'  angelic  fongs  above 
Can  render  equal  praife. 


HYMN  XLIV. 
Miming  Hymn. 
WAKE,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun 


A 


Thy  daily  courfe  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  floth,  and  early  rife 
To  pay  thy  morning  facrirlce. 

2  Redeem  thy  mifpent  time  that's  pad  ; 
Live  this  day,  as  if  'twere  thy  laft  : 
T*  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care  ; 
'Gaintl  the  great  day  thyfelf  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converfe  be  fmcere, 

Thy  confcience  as  the  noonday  clear : 
Think  how  th*  all-feeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  fecret  thoughts,  furveys. 


HYMN  XLIV. 

4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyfelf,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part ; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  fing 
Gloiy  to  thee,  eternal  King. 

a  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heav'nly  choir  ; 
May  your  devotion  me  infpire  ; 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  fpend* 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend, 

6  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  fight  £ 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will  : 
Oh  !  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  who  fafe  hall:  kept, 
And  haft  refreili'd  me  while  I  llept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  fhall  wake, 
I  may  of  endlefs  life  partake. 

8  Lord,  1  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  fins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guard  my  firft  fpring  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyfelf  my  fpirit  fill. 

9  Direct,  control,  fuggefl  this  day, 
All  I  defign,  or  do,  or  fay  ; 

That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 

10  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleilmgs  flowf 
Praife  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  y9  angelic  hoft  ; 

Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 


43  HVMN    XLV. 


HYMN  XLV. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  f^s  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
vJT   Foi  all  the  bleflings  of  the  light  : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myfelf,  and  thee, 
I,  eie  I  fleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  fo  I  may 
Triumphant  rife  at  the  lad  day. 

4  O  may  my  foul  on  thee  repofe, 

And  with  fweet  fleep  mine  eyelids  clofe  : 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  ferve  my  Gcd,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  ileeplefs  lie, 

My  foul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  fupply : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  difturb  my  reft, 
No  pow'rs  of  darknefs  me  moled. 

(3  Let  my  bleft  guardian,  while  I  fleep, 
Clofe  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ; 
Divine  love  into  me  inftil, 
♦Stop  ;ill  the  avenues  of  ill. 


HYMN    XLTI.  49 

7  Thought  to  thought  with  my  foul  converie, 
Celeftial  joys  to  me  rehearfe  ; 

And  in  my  ftead,  all  the  night  long, 
Sing  to  my  God  a  grateful  fong. 

8  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  y'  angelic  hoft  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  GhofL  ■ 


HYMN  XLVI. 
Paraphrafe  of  the  100th  Pfalm. 

1  TlEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
13  Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  laftino:  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs. 
High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  rhoufand  tongues* 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 
E 


5Q  HYMN   XL VII. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vafl  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft   Hand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 


HYMN  XLVII. 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  HPO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

JL     Awake  the  facred  fong  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  : 

What  mortal  tongue  difplay  ? 
Imagination's  utmolt  ftretch 

o 

In  wonder  dies  away. 

5  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Left  the  bright  realms  of  blifs, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  I 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 

May  ev'ry  heart  with  rapture  fa}', 

"  The  Saviour  dy'd  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  fweet,  the  blifsful  theme 

rill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Till  Grangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  facred  long. 


HYMN   XLVIII.  51 

HYMN  XLVIII. 
Communion  nvlth  Cbrlfi, 

1  HPO  Jems,  our  exalted  Lord, 

JL     That  name,  in  heav'n  and  earth  adorM, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raife 
A  cheerful  fong  of  facred  praife. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languiming,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  fongs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

5  Yet,  whilft  around  his  board  we  meet; 
And  worfliip  at  his  facred  feet  ; 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  cf  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  long  to  know  and  love  thee  mere  ; 
And  whilfc  we  tafte  the  bread  and  wine, 
Defire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

9  Let  faith  our  feeble  fenfes  aid, 

To  fee  thy  wondrous  love  difplay'd  ; 
Thy  broken  fie  ih,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

6  Let  humble  penitential  woe, 

With  painful,  pleafing  anguiih  flow  ; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  ev'ry  heart. 


52  HYMN   J.  LIX,   L. 

HYMN  XLIX. 
The   Lord's   Day. 

1  Tlf  ELCOME,  fwect  day  of  reft, 

V  V      That  (aw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near 

To  feaft  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here* 
And  love  and  praife  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 

Where  Jefus  is  within, 
Is  better  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafure  and  of  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 

In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
Till  it  is  call'd  to  foar  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 


l¥ 


HYMN  L. 
Preparations  for  religious  Woijhip. 
AR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  begone, 


Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
From  flefh  and  ienfe  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee. 


HYMN     LI.  53 

My  heart  grows  warm  wkh  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire, 
To  fee  thy  grace,  to  taite  thy  love, 
And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 

3  When  I  can  fay  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  fee  thy  glories  fhine,  . 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ; 

And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 
The  joys  that  from  thy  prefence  flow. 


HYMN  LI. 

Thine  eyes jloall  fee  the  King  In  his  Beauty. 
Ifaiah  xxxiii.  17. 

I  QHOULDnatuie's  charms  to  pleafe  the  eye, 
O  In  fweet  aflemblage  join, 
AH  nature's  charms  would  droop  and  die, 
Jefus.  compar'd  with  thine. 

ft  Vain  were  her  faired  beams  difplay'd, 
And  vain  her  blooming  ftoie ; 
Her  brightnefs  languishes  to  fhade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

>  But  ah,  how  far  from  mortal  fight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interpofmg  night 
Kis  radiant  face  conceals. 
E2 


S4  HYMN     LI  I. 

4  O  could  my  longing  fpirit  rife 
On  ftrong  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  ikies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  ! 

6  There  thoufands  worfhip  at  thy  feet, 
And  there  (divine  employ  !) 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat, 
In  fongs  of  endleis  joy. 

6  Thy  prefence  beams  eternal  day, 
O'er  all  the  blifsful  place  ; 
Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 
And  die  to  fee  thy  face  ? 


HYMN  LII. 

The  Excellency  and  Sufficiency  of  the  Scriptures* 

1  T?ATHER  of  mercies !  in  thy  word 
Jl     What  endlefs  glory  mines  ! 
Forevei  be  thy  name  ador'd 

For  thefe  celeitial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  fons  of  want 

Exhaultlefs  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lafting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 

And  yields  a  free  xepaft, 
Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tafle. 


HYMN     LIN.  &ff 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlafling  joys 
Attend  the  blifsful  found. 

5  O  may  thefe  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  flill  new  beauties  may  I  fee, 
And  Hill  increafing  light. 

6  Divine  Inftruclor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  facred  word. 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


HYMN  LIIL 
The  Seafons  crowned nvith goodnefs.  Pfalm  Ixv.  li 
TERNAL  fource  of  every  joy  ! 


1    T7TE1 
Hi  We 


rell  may  thy  praife  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear. 
To  hail  thee,  Sov'reign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  fupports  and  guides  the  whole  ; 
The  fun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rife, 
And  darknefs  when  to  veil  the  flues. 

S  The  flow'iy  fpring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  fummer  rays  with  vigor  mine 
To  raife  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 


56  HYMN     LIV. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coaft  redundant  llorcs ; 
And  winters,  ibften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seafons,  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days 
Demand  fucceffive  longs  of  praife  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 

With  morning  light  and  evening  lliade. 

6  Here  in  thy  houfe  let  incenfe  rife, 
And  circling  fabbaths  blefs  our  eyes, 
Till  to  thofe  lofty  heights  we  foar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 


HYMN  LIV. 
A  Funeral  Thought. 

1  T_T  ARK!  from  the  tombs, amournful found, 
JL  X  My  ears  attend  the  cry  : 

"  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  mud  lhortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes  this  clay  mud  be  your  bed, 

"  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ! 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  reverend  head 
"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours.  " 

3  Great  God  !   is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  (till  fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  prepare  no  more. 


HYMN    LV.  57 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 
We'll  rife  above  the  Iky. 


HYMN    LV. 
A  Charily  Hymn. 

1  '       ORD  of  life,  all  praife  excelling, 
.1— <   Thou,  in  glory  unconun'd, 
Deign'fi:  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 

With  the  poor  cf  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffufive  light  j 
So  the  fcorn'd  and  humble  ftation, 
Shrinks  before  thine  equal  light. 

$  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

Waim'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue 
Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chofen  Ifrael  fung  : 

&  When  thy  harvefl  yields  thee  pleaiure, 
Thou  the  golden  fheaf  malt  bind  ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treafure, 
Of  the  fcatter'd  ears  behind. 

Chorus. 

Thefe  thy  God  ordains  to  blefs 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs* 


5S  HYMN     LVI. 

5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 

Grateful  thou  fhalt  take  the  blefling, 

But  not  fearch  the  bough  again. 

Chorus.     Thefe,  &c. 

6  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  thy  autumnal  fcene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  beftowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  fhall  glean. 

Chorus,     Thefe,  &c. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  ; 
Mercy  ev'ry  forrow  fharing 

Warms  the  heart  refembling  thee. 

S  Still  the  orphan  and  the  ftranger, 
Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care, 
Screen'd  by  thee  in  ev'ry  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  ev'ry  pray'r. 

Hallelujah,     jtmen. 


HYMN  LVI. 

jit  the  Ordination  or  Injl'ituiion  cf  a  Min'ijler. 

1  T^ATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  houfe 
X?  We  pay  our  homage  and  our  vows ; 
Whilft  with  a  grateful  heart  we  (hare 
Thefe  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 


hyivix  lvi; 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heav'n  he  ioie; 
In  fplendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

5  Hence  fprang  th'  Apple's  honour'd  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 
Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  fage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

4  In  lower  forms  to  blefs  our  eyes, 
Pa/tors  from  hence  and  Teachers  rife  ; 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  mine, 
Still  mark  a  long  extended  line. 

5  From  Chrifr.  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live  ; 
Whilft  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidft  the  rage  of  hell  they  ftand. 

6  So  (hall  the  bright  fucceffion  run, 
Through  all  the  courfes  of  the  fun  ; 
Whilft  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rife  and  ilourim  large  and  fair. 

7  Jefus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  ihall  know 
The  fpring  whence  all  thefe  bleffings  flew  ; 
Parlors  and  people  lliout  his  praife, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endlefs  days. 


CO  HYMM    LVII. 

HYMN  LVII. 
Prayer  for  Min'ijlers. 

1  T7ATHER  of  mercies  !   bow  thine  ear, 
JL     Attentive  to  our  earneft  pray'r  ; 
We  plead  for  thofe  who  plead  for  thee, 
Succefsful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vaft  their  charge! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  fouls  enlarge  ; 
Their  beft  acquirements  are  our  gain, 

We  fhare  the  bleffings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,  and  let  thofe  words  be  thine  ; 
To  them  thy  facred  truth  reveal, 
Supprefs  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  fow  the  precious  feed  : 
Teach  them  thy  chofen  flock  to  feed  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  fouls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  found  ; 
In  humble  drains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  pow'r. 

%  Let  finners  break  their  maiTy  chains, 
DiftrelTed  fouls  forget  their  pains  ; 
Let  light  through  diftant  realms  be  fpread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 


HYMN    LVIII.  61 

HYMN   LVIII. 
Inir eating  the  prefence  of  God  in  Affl'iHion. 

1  T    OW  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend, 
-Li  My  God,  my  everlafting  friend, 
Permit  the  claim,  O  let  thy  ear 
My  humble  fuit  indulgent  hear  ! 

2  No  earthly  good  my  wifh  infpires  ; 
Great  is  the  boon  my  foul  defires, 
But  thou  haft  bid  me  feek  thy  face. 
Haft  bid  me  afk  thy  promis'd  grace. 

3  O  may  thy  favour  (blifs  divine  !) 
With  fuller,  clearer  radiance  fhine  ! 
Brighten  my  hopes,  difpel  my  fears, 
Till  not  a  cloud  of  grief  appears  I 

4  But  O  my  heart,  reflect  with  fhame, 
Canft  thou  prefer  fo  bold  a  claim  ? 
Confcious  how  often  thou  haft  ftray'd, 
By  empty  vanities  betray  *d. 

5  How  oft,  ungrateful  to  thy  God, 
Have  trifles  call'd  thy  thoughts  abroad ; 
Till  heavenly  pity  faw  thee  roam, 
And  bade  affliction  bring  thee  home. 

6  And  when  the  mares  of  earth  were  broke 
By  kind  afflictions  needful  ftroke, 
Haft  thou  not  own'd  with  humble  praife, 
That  juft  and  right  are  all  his  ways  ? 

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62  HYMN     LIX. 


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Yes,  giacious  God,  before  thy  throne 
My  vilenefs,  and  thy  love  I  own  ; 
O  let  that  love  with  beams  divine, 
Forgiving,  healing,  i  ound  me  fhine  ! 

8  Whene'er,  ungrateful  to  my  God, 
This  heedlefs  heart  requires  the  rod, 
Thy  arm,  fupporting,  I  implore, 
The  hand  that  chaftens  can  reitore. 

9  O  may  the  kind  correction  prove 
A  fruit  of  thy  paternal  love  ! 
Wean  me  from  earth,  from  fin  refine, 
And  make  my  heart  entirely  thine  ! 

10  Then  fhall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice, 
And  wake  to  praife  this  feeble  voice  : 
While  mercy,  power,  and  truth  employ 
My  love,  my  wonder,  and  my  joy. 


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HYMN  LIX. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Father. 

HOUGH  nature's  voice  you  mud  obey, 
Think,  while  your  fwelling  griefs  o'erflow, 

That  hand,  which  takes  your  joys  away,  . 

That  fovereign  hand  can  heal  your  woe. 

2  And  while  your  mournful  thoughts  deplore 
The  father  gone,  remov'd  the  friend  ! 
With  heart  refign'd  his  grace  adore, 
On  whom  your  nobler  hopes  depend. 


HYMN    LX.  63 

3  Does  he  not  bid  his  children  rife 

Thro'  death's  dark  (hade,  to  realms  of  light  ? 
Yet  when  he  calls  them  to  the  fkies, 
Shall  fond  farvivors  mourn  their  flight  ? 

4?  His  word  (here  let  your  foul  rely) 
Immortal  confolation  gives : 
Your  heavenly  father  cannot  die, 
Jefus,  the  friend,  for  ever  lives. 

*  O  be  that  deareit  friend  your  truft, 
On  his  almighty  arm  recline  ; 
He,  when  your  comforts  fink  in  duft, 
Can  give  you  bleffings  more  divine. 


HYMN  LX. 
The  King  of  Saints. 

1  /^  OME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

V>  And  joy  to  make  it  known  : 
The  fovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour  crown'd 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nation  round 
How  bright  thofe  glories  mine. 

3  While  majefty's  effulgent  blaze 

Surrounds  his  awful  brow ; 
E'en  angels  tremble  as  they  gaze, 
And,  veil'd,  adoring  bow. 


6i  H<YMN    LX. 

4?  But  love  attempers  every  ray, 
Love,  how  divinely  fweet ! 
That  ftoops  to  view  the  fons  of  clay, 
And  calls  them  to  his  feet ! 

5  Infinite  power  and  boundlefs  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praife  ? 

6  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King  ; 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wifh  like  them  to  fing. 

7  And  mail  we  long  and  wifh  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  fongs  to  rife ! 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  ftrain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  fkies. 

S  O  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  fhall  raife, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptur'd  lay* 
To  celebrate  thy  praife. 


END  OF. THE    HYMNS. 


AN 

ALPHABETICAL  TABLE, 

Shewing  where  to  jind  each  Hymn  by  its  beginning. 

PAGE. 

ALAS  what  hourly  dangers  rife,  -     -     -  39 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praife,  -  19 

And  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God,    -  11 

Awake,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun,           -  46 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  -     49 

CHRIST  from  the  dead  is  rais'd,  and  made,  6 
Come,  Holy  Ghoft!  Creator,  come,  -  -  7 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  -  -  "8 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart,  40 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord,  -  -  -  -  41 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name,    -     63 

ETERNAL  fource  of  ev'ry  joy,     -    -    -     55 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,be  gone,  52 
Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word,  -  -  -  54 
Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  houfe,  -  -  -  58 
Father  of  mercies!  bow  thine  ear,  -  -  -  60 
From  whence  thefe  direful  omens  round,    -    5 


66  Alphabetical  Table. 

GOD  of  the  feas  !  thine  awful  voice,      -  21 

Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name,  28 

Go  preach  my  Gofpel,  faith  the  Lord,      -  29 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night,      -     -  48 

HARK  the  glad  found,  the  Saviour  comes,  30 

Hark !  from  the  tombs,  a  mournful  found,  56 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  declares,  27 

He's  come  !  let  ev'ry  knee  be  bent,     -     -  9 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  fmners  dies,     -     -  32 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet      -     -     -     -  31 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart,     -     -  35 

How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  fhall  I,      -  36 

How  heiplefs  guilty  nature  lies,      -     -    -  38 

How  long  fhall  earth's  alluring  toys,     -     -  42 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord,     -    -  44 

Lord  !  for  the  jufl  thou  doft  provide,  -     -  21 

Lord  of  life,  all  praife  excelling,     -     -     -  57 

Low  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend,     -     -     -  61 

MY  God,  and  is  thy  table  fpread,  -     -     -  10 

My  God,  fince  thou  haft  rais'd  me  up,     -  26 

NOW  may  the  God  of  grace  and  pow'r,  23 

O  THAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone,      -  37 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry,  -     -  34 

Our  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead,     -    -     -  %% 


Alphabetical  Table.  67 

PAGE. 

SALVATION  doth  to  God  belong,  -  20 
Since  Chrift  our  PafTover  is  flain,  -  -  -  6 
Should  nature's  charms  to  pleafe  the  eye,  -  53 

THE  God  of  life  whofe  conftant  care,  -  12 
The  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare,  -..  -  IS 
The  fpacious  firmament  on  high,  -  -  -  17 
Thou,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  pow'r,  -  -  9 
Though  nature's  voice  you  muft  obey,  -  62 
To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  -  -  50 
To  Jefus,  our  exalted  Lord,     -     -     -     -     -  51 

WELCOME,  fweet  day  of  reft,      -    -    -  52 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,     -      -  15 

When  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are  nigh,     -  23 

When  rifmg  from  the  bed  of  death,     -     -  13 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs,     -  25 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,      -     -     -  43 

While  Angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice,  -  4 
While  fhepherds  watch' d  their  flocks  by  night,  3 

YE  humble  fouls,  approach  your  God,     -    41 


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Hamlet,  Prince  of  Denmark,  by  Shakefpeare,  50 
The  Poems  of  William  Shakefpeare,  -  -  87 
Lady's  Cabinet  of  Polite  Literature,  con- 
taining Airs,  Songs,  Poems  and  Mifcel- 
lanies, in  3  vols,  each,  -----  1,00 
Works  of  Mrs.  Anne  Steele,  in  2  vols.  -  2,50 
Ballads  and  Lyrical  Pieces,  by  W.  Scott,  1,00 
Lay  of  the  Lait  Minftrel,  a  poem,  by  Scott,  75 
Marmion,  a  Tale  of  Flodden  Field,  1  &  1,12 
Vifion  of  Don  Roderic,  a  poem,  37^  50,  &  62 
Kymnsot  Spiritual  Songs  for  Camp-Meetings,  50 
Poems  of  Madame  Guion  and  Cowper,  -  50 
Pope's  EflTay  on  Man,  and  Univ. Prayer,  12&20 
Dramatic  Poems  of  Mafon,  Milton,   and 

Thomfon,     -     - 1,00 

Tranflation  of  Juvenal's  Satire,  with  notes,  1,00 
Vm*  >n  of  Columbus,  a  poem,  by  J. Barlow,  1,00 
Petrarch's  Sonnets  and  Odes,  -  -  -  -  62 
Homer's  Iliad,  tranflated  by  Pope,  2  vols.  1,75 
Birds  of  Scotland,  and  other  Poems,  by  J. 

Qrahame, (32  &  1,25 

PocLic  Eptftles  on  Women,  by  Lucy  Aikin,  87 
sivaiam's  Fate,  &  other  Poems,  by  Holloway,  37 


Bx)oh  for  fale  by  Thomas  €ff  Whipple. 

Village  Curate,  a  poem,  by  J.  Hurdis,  -  50 
Powers  of  Genius,  a  poem,  by  J.  B.  Linn*,  87 
Power  of  Solitude,  a  poem,  by  J.  Story,  1,25 
Pootical  Pills,  &c.  by  P.  Pepper-Box,Poet,&c.  1 ,00 
Democracy  Unveil'd,  byC.Cauftic,  2  vols.  2,50 
Butler's  Hudibras,  with  Index,  &c.  1  &  1,25 
Offiari's  Poems,  tranf.  by  Macpherfon,  2yls.  2,25 
Saul,  a  poem,  by  William  Sotheby,  Efq.  1,00 
Oberon,  a  poem,  tranf.  by  Sotheby,  2  vols.  2,50 
Poems,  with  an  account  of  Charlotte  Rich- 

ardfon     ---------      -      50 

Fables  of  Flora,byLanghorne,  elegant  plates,  1,62 
Lyrical  Ballads,  &  Poems,  by  Wordfworth,  1,12 
Haley's  Triumphs  of  Temper,  a  poem,  -  75 
TheTafk,  a  poem,  by  Cowper,  and  Life,  7y>  &  87 
Poems  of  Cowper,  complete  in  3  vols.  -  3,50 
TheMinftrel,and  other  Poem  s,by  J.  Beattie,  1,25 
Poetical  Works  of  Goldfmith  and  Collins,  75 
Original  Poems,  by  a  Lady,  revifed  by 

Cowper,     ----- 37 

Original  Poems  for  Infant  Minds,     -     62  &  7& 
Do.  2  vols,  with  plates,         1,00 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds,  excellent,      -     -       12 
Cowper's  Olney  Hymns,     --,.---12 
OIney  Hymns,  by  Rev.  John  Newton,         1,00 
Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  for  all  ClaiTes,  50 
Watts'  Lyric  Poems,     -     -     -     -     --     -62 

Watts'  Poetical  Works,  &  Life,  2 vis.  1,50  &  2,00 
Cray's  Poetical  Works,  87,  1,00  &  1,12 

Milton's  Poetical  Works,  3  vols,  with  plates,  3,00 
Milton's  Paradife  Loft,     -     -     -     -     75  &  1,00 

Thomfon's  Seafons  and  Life,     50,  1,00  &  1,12 


Boohs  for  f ale  by  Thomas  Ej?  Whipple. 


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Thomfon's  Poetical  Works,  2  vols.  -  1,.3() 
Pindar's  Teais  and  Smiles,  -  -  -  _  -  75 
Poems,  by  Peter  Pindar,  Efq.  with  portrait,  1,00 
Poetical  Works  of  Robert  Burns,  with  his 

Life,  &c.  various  prices.       # 
Reliques  of  Burns;  original  Letters,  Poems, 

&c.  &c.  by  R.  H.  Cromek,  -  -  -  1,25 
Rural  Tales,  by  Robert  Bloomfield,  50  &  1,00 
Farmer's  Boy,  a  poem,  by  Bloomfield,  1,00 
Wild  Flowers,  or  Paltoral  Poetry,  by  do.      75 


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